WALKING TO THE FOREST TO DIE everything from Harry waking up in Dumbledore’s office to Voldemort killing him is just exquisite — Harry’s realisation that Dumbledore had been grooming him for death and Harry being hyperaware of his own body, “brain and nerve and bounding heart” is all so gorgeous and sad and wonderful, and he’s so brave. HE’S SO BRAVE. I’M SO FUCKING SAD IT’S BEEN 7 YEARS
destroying Dumbledore’s office I love this scene because after 4 books of Harry keeping shit to himself and sitting on his feelings you get lots of minor, small explosions post-Cedric dying and then THIS, it’s a NUCLEAR BOMB OF ANGER and it’s so satisfying to read but also the most painful thing in the world, ever
politely asking the sphinx to move, please this cracks me up every time. if someone was like show me ONE THING that DEFINES Harry James Potter AS A HUMAN AND A CHARACTER I would show them this scene. life-threatening wizard competition. dangerous magical creature. “can you move, please?” my son
torturing Amycus after he spit on McGonagall this means A Lot to me because Harry just straight up crucios that fucker without any hesitation or warm-up and puts so much feeling behind it. anything where Harry is morally grey is my favourite because he’s The Saviour and the Master of Death and it’s like yeah, and he just crucio’d a dude so hard he flew across the room and passed out
“you don’t have to call me ‘sir’, professor" any scene where Harry backchats Snape is fantastic but I distinctly remember reading this scene and being like OOOHHHH OOOOOHHHH SICK BUUURRNNNN OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH
That whilst Harry lost his parents, that day, Minerva MC Gonagall lost four of her students. One of them used to be a head girl the other the head boy and all of them were her dear friends. Who btw. where also part of the order. She hears that Sirius Black. **Sirius Black** , Potter’s best friend , killed him, his wife and Peter Pettigrew, also one of his closest mates. She learned that , without reason but only the order of a dark lord, he killed his friends and laughed at their corpses.
She learns that their lovely son will grow up without knowing his parents.
She hears that he will have to stay with the muggles who hate him and his kin. And don’t tell me she didn’t know that.
Then, 11 years later she meets the boy and he looks just like James. Except for his eyes. Of course. Don’t tell me she didn’t , just for a second, felt that thug in her stomach. The grief. Don’t tell me she didn’t want the very best for that boy so many people loved and lived and died for.
(Because I honestly don’t think Remus wanted to keep on going after he heard what happened)
Then, again, two years later it turns out that Black is actually innocent. Don’t you think she felt absolutely horrible and guilty for letting him being shipped off to azkaban when he was in fact innocent. FOR 12 BLOODY YEARS!!!
And then, in Harry ’s fifth year Black fucking dies?? I mean, bugger off arsehole! Sirius Black, finally free. And then? He falls into the bloody veil and leaves as well. He wasn’t even hit by the bloody avada kadavra! By that time she lost four of her former students!
And last but not least. Two years later. Remus Lupin dies. As the last of the mauraders, he dies with his wife’s hand clasped in his own.
DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW AWFUL IT HAD TO BE FOR MINERVA BLOODY MC GONAGALL? A TEACHER THAT OUTLIVED HER OWN STUDENTS. THE STUDENTS THAT WERE THE VERY HEART AND SOUL TO HER HOUSE? WHO WERE ALWAYS JUMPING AROUND, PRANKING PEOPLE AND ALWAYS, I MEAN ABSOLUTELY ALWAYS FOUND A WAY TO CHEER OTHER PEOPLE UP?
and it didn’t even stop there. I mean, she had to watch her own pupils die once again during the battle of hogwarts. Just so she could then, later on, be the headmaster for their sons and daughters and brothers and sisters.
ALL I WANT TO SAY IS:
SHE NEVER GAVE UP. SHE NEVER LOST HOPE. SO, THANKS MINERVA MC GONAGALL FOR BEING SUCH A BADASS.
First of all, WELCOME to the madness!! If you don’t mind, I’d like to give you some advice:
Don’t try to leave, you can’t.
Your interest will eventually become an obsession, don’t try to explain yourself how it happened, it’s an impossible task. Just embrace it.
Don’t feel bad for being extra, most harries are.
Some people have crazy and unbeliavable theories about Harry and one of his former bandmates being in love. Please ignore them and don’t let yourself be dragged to that side of the fandom (which includes denial and social media harassment - not nice)
Always love and respect Harry and your fellow harries, like the man himself says: Be nice to nice.
In which Harry comes home after a long time away to fine the missus with a little surprise.
He’d been gone for a while, filming movies and doing promo, and he’d come back to find you waiting eagerly at the door, clad in a flimsy, thin t-shirt, with no bra on. He loved your body, yes, but your tits wouldn’t be the first thing to catch his attention, a wide smile taking over his face as he locked eyes with you. Then be was there, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him—jerking back when he felt something harder than a pebbled nipple poking into his chest.
“Wha’?” With a slight frown, his finger tugged the collar of your shirt open, and his eyes trailed down to your chest and–oh. His gaze flicked excitedly from the small metal bars in your nipples to your face, his free hand going to adjust his already-fattening cock in his pants. A knowing smile pulled at your lips, but you fluttered your lashes and played it coy.
“Well? Do you like them?” Harry swallowed harshly, his throat bobbing beautifully, and fish-mouthing for a moment.
“Do I–do I bloody like them? ’Ve already been thinkin’ about gettin’ yeh tits in m'mouth for weeks, and now this. Can’t wait t'taste, pet.” His hands were already rucking your shirt up, his eyes locked onto the pretty swells of your chest, his tongue licking over his lip in anticipation. Harry somehow managed to get you against the wall, his large hands trailing tenderly over your sides and up to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly and reveling in the way your soft flesh dimpled beneath his fingers. The cool wall dug into your back as Harry dragged his fingertips over you, always so close to your nipples, but far enough away to make you beg.
“Harry, please.” And then his mouth was on you, his lips suckling wonderfully on your pert nipple, the cool metal of your piercing rolling against his tongue. You were already putty in his hands, your legs straddling one of his thighs and grinding down against the fabric of his jeans. No pants was a smart idea on your part, only the thin layer of your panties separating your dripping core from his thigh. A wet pop sounded as his mouth fell from your nipple, and before you could whine your disdain, he was licking a broad, hot stripe over your breast, a hot moan rumbling in his chest. You pressed down on him harder, grinding your hips rhythmically. By now Harry’s hand that was occupied with groping your other breast slid down your body to slide your panties to the side, his fingers dipping into you. A groan came from you as your head dropped back against the wall, letting his fingers fuck into you slowly. With a hazy mind and stumbling fingers, you fumbled to unbutton his jeans, hastily shoving them, and his underwear, down. His cock sprang free, the tip tapping softly against his lower abdomen. He was flushed and already had precum beading at his head, making your mouth water. Harry hissed at the feeling of the cool air, his teeth gritting.
“Yeh get them fo’ me? Hm? Wanted me to have some new toys?” You nodded as harry shifted, his cock nudging at your entrance. His hips thrusted shallowly, the head of him edging in and out of you.
“Please, please, don’t tease,” you gasped, eyes screwing shut. Harry smirked and did as you asked, sliding into your easily and not stopping until he was seated to the hilt inside of you. Relieved moans came from both of you, and you clenched deliciously around him, making harry moan loudly.
“Been so long, but yeh can always take me, huh? Don’ even need to adjust, yeh just love m'cock that much.” A whine was your response, and Harry began to roll his hips, his cock brushing every nerve inside of you. His mouth returned to your nipples, tongue dancing around your piercings. “S'hot, angel, look so gorgeous fo’ me.” At this point, his thrusts were strong and deep, your back molding to the wall as you grappled at his shirt, you mouth going to suck on his neck. Harry’s filthy words turned to broken moans of pleasure, his hips moving faster as he raced to his orgasm.
“Yeh gonna cum? Hm? Need yeh to cum, baby, gotta feel yeh.” His hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as you writhed against him.
“Oh, god, Harry! I’m so close, please!” Harry smiled against your sweat-slicked chest, hungrily lapping at your breasts with his tongue.
“Cum, angel. C'mon, be good fo’ me.” With one more thrust, Harry threw you over the edge. You were overwhelmed, from the full feeling of his cock moving inside of you to the warmth of his mouth closed around your nipple, and you saw white as you came, your orgasm tearing through you. The feeling of your walls clenching around him milked Harry on, and with a few more rolls of his hips, Harry came, shouting out his release. He slowly lowered you to the ground as you both came down from your highs, his breath puffing against the slick skin of your chest. As he dragged a large hand over your cheek, Harry let out a hoarse chuckle, dropping a kiss to your cheek.
“Yeh gonna fuckin’ kill me, gettin’ yeh bloody nipples pierced and surprisin’ me like that.”
I huffed, shutting the dryer door with my hip as I balanced the basket on my hip, walking out the laundry room and into the living room. This was the third load of the day and I was deeply regretting packing both mine and Harry’s whole wardrobe for our vacation in Greece.
I set the basket on the floor, sitting criss cross on the white fluffy rug in the living room, surrounded by piles of folded clothes and paired socks.
“Harry, can you help!” I shouted out, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the upstairs bathroom where I heard the water stop running and the door open.
I carefully folded one of his silk shirts, putting it in the pile that was meant for hangers when they were transported into the bedroom. Soon enough, footsteps came down the stairs slowly and I turned my head to watch my tanned boyfriend walk down the stairs with just a white towel around his waist.
I smiled big, leaning back on my palms and looking up at him as he hovered over me, small droplets dripping around from his still wet hair. “You called?” He smiled, looking around the living room at the piles of clothes.
“Can you please help?” I begged, pouting with big eyes and a jutted lip hoping to persuade him easier. I watched his face scrunch up before he leaned down to pick up a pair of boxers I neatly folded, dropping his towel and quickly slipped on the pair of boxers. He walked around me, sitting across from me and picking up on of my bralettes from the basket.
“You should wear this one day,” He nodded to himself, slowly folding the lacy piece before lightly placing it near the rest of my bras and underwear. I stopped folding the pair of jeans and looked up at him.
“Babe, I wore that yesterday,” I giggled, shaking my head and watching his eyes widen, looking between me and the bralette he just set down.
“I took it off s’quick I couldn’t even see it!” He defended himself, winking at me with a smirk on his face before grabbing a t-shirt from the basket.
After a few minutes and a now empty basket of laundry, I let out a breath, finally finishing the laundry that’s been piling up for days. I stood up, setting my hands on my hips and looking down at where he still sat, legs crossed in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair laying almost flat from being wet.
“Y’know we still gotta go grocery shopping, mum’s coming over tomorrow.” I sighed, rubbing my temples, stressed over thinking about having the house perfectly clean for Sunday dinner with his family.
“S’what we doing just standin’ ‘ere, let’s go bub.” He snapped up, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around, leading my up to the bedroom. “Gotta get dressed, th’ both of us.”
“All my clothes are down here you bum.” I laughed as he tried leading us to the stairs before stopping in his tracks.
“Shi- you’re so smart bub.” He said, turning my back around and tapping my nose. “Anyone ever tell ya that?”
“A few times,” I shrugged it off, laughing along with him before we searched for something decent to wear from the floor of our living room. Clean clothes this time.
(this was originally called domestic, donut be confused grasshoppers)
okay this might be some sort of a mini series, only because the idea of Domestic!Harry makes me so happy. Folding laundry, grocery shopping, the whole nine yards…
also sorry for any mistakes, i’m delusional at the moment :)
My heart is with Manchester right now, everyone please keep them in your prayers. Music is meant for love, keep that in mind and stay positive. Love you guys, stay safe x
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Anyways, I’m a hopeful Klance blog, a bisexual Gemini, and an enfp with an obsession with Harry Potter!
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Can u say a short summary of what happened in january 2014? X
louis was MIA a lot but would randomly pop up in england (usually in relation to rovers stuff) and harry was fan pic’d and pap’d (usually with jeff) all over LA and if you go by the official narrative they didn’t see each other at all during the 3 month break before wwa started when in actuality louis was with harry in LA a lot (shout out to louis’ ankle in the 5sos video)
Little old aussie-bean @jadepresley tagged me to have a natter about my current WIPs, so without further ado…
1. Nyctophilia: the Theomione that owns my heart, this inches forward at a snail’s pace. We’re nearing the halfway mark for what I have planned for it though, and you should expect a new chapter in the next week or so…
2. Orphea: Sally does dark and twisty Tomione. Update arriving this weekend…
3. Sally Drabbles Temporarily abandoned (being IRL busy is a bitch) but I have a few things in the pot for it so there will be a Drarry, a Permione, a Dramione and a slightly deranged NottPottCissa triad at some point…
4. Prince: a slice of quasi- historical sort-of-Venetian AU pottgrass (and, as it turns out, Dramione), this has just two chapters left…
I am officially writing a Harmony that is based on a combination of King Arthur and Macbeth but is also a modern-day AU and fuck it it’s going to be called King Hereafter and I’ll start posting once Prince wraps so look out for it mid-June.
This also seems as good a place as any to say I’m really sorry that my updates are so slow…I’m going to try and update every story a minimum of once a month from June onwards so thank you to all of you for sticking with me you’re the best 😘
listen i was talking about mutual pining scorbus + accidental drarry intervention headcanons with @lotstradamus and i can’t not share it with the world:
neither albus nor scorpius realize until it happens and given that they don’t quite grasp that this incredibly deep loving adoration they feel toward each other isn’t the way EVERYONE experiences friendship, it takes them getting slightly tipsy to giggle and clumsily bump lips and realize what they feel might be something More
of course after that, they’re scared from the depths of their bellies to the tips of their fingers that they were Too Into It and the other one Definitely Noticed and Minded
and so they carry on with a mutual feigned obliviousness to what happened, both assuming they were the only ones into it and don’t want to Freak The Other Out so dutifully keep it to themselves, dutifully pining in solitude for months because they’re even more dutiful to the care and keeping of their best friendship
despite carrying on normal appearances together, they can’t hide how their hearts are hurting at HOME, and so naturally, it’s only a matter of time before draco malfoy is forced for the second time in his life to show up at harry potter’s doorstep to demand to know what is going on that his son is in tears, POTTER
harry checks in with albus who desolately has to explain that, no, dad, we’re not fighting, everything’s fine, get your nose out of it
because how do you quite articulate that nothing is wrong but everything is ruined because you had two glasses of shandy at a slytherin house party and kissed your best friend and liked it too much and now you can’t even look at him without ruining your friendship because you know that he’ll take one glance at you and KNOW????
anyway albus can’t say this because obviously, so instead, an oblivious harry and draco sigh and get involved with their sons’ drama like good if slightly overbearing fathers, saying, “okay, we don’t know what’s going on, but you’re both clearly miserable and whatever’s happening between you two shouldn’t ruin a friendship, so we’re going to sit down and talk this out”
and wind up accidentally having to mediate albus and scorpius Talking About It, way in over their heads
when they sit down to mediate this Unknown Problem That They’re Sons Are Having, draco 100% realizes it first, suddenly looking thunderstruck and harry, thickheaded as always, is like “what? what?? what have you just realized?”
and albus and scorpius just PANIC
“NOTHING,” yells albus
“DAD LET’S GO” shouts scorpius, halfway to the door already
meanwhile, the only solace draco malfoy has is watching Idiot Potter struggle to catch up with all that’s happening
at which point,
after which i’m sure is a very happy ending for scorbus
Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)
A reminder: Requests are opened
Enjoy :) !!!
“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.
You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.
“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.
The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.
He felt the luckiest man in the world.
That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.
“My loves, I’ll be right back.”
[Few days later]
Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.
He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his.
Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,
“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”